Song Qiao, with a straightforward personality, preferred to speak his mind and disliked holding back.
Since he had doubts in his heart, he decided to find out the truth.
Thus, he said to Gao Meng, "You stay and continue to explore the car show with the bodyguards Wei Feng and Chen Chen. I'm going to find Deng Yihan to see what she's really after."
Gao Meng naturally had no objections and replied, "Don't worry about me. It's best to get this cleared up as soon as possible."
Song Qiao then instructed Wei Feng and Chen Chen, "Although China is relatively safe, many things are unpredictable. There are always some foolish people around, so you two need to stay vigilant."
"Be smart when things happen, and don't be afraid. If you can't handle anything, just tell me!"
"Alright, hurry up and go. This isn't a dragon's den or a tiger's lair, no need to make it like a farewell. You trust my skills, don't you? Besides, I have them both with me!" Gao Meng said, pouting, clearly displeased that Song Qiao underestimated her.
"Heh heh, alright, I was just worried you hadn't fully recovered..." Song Qiao said no more and left.
Song Qiao exited the exhibition hall and found Deng Yihan's room there.
He knocked.
Deng Yihan's voice came from inside, "Coming!"
The door opened.
It was Deng Yihan's delicate face.
As soon as she saw Song Qiao, her face immediately lit up with a smile. "Haha, I knew you'd come. Come in quickly."
Saying this, she reached out, took Song Qiao's hand, and pulled him in.
"Click!"
The door closed behind them.
Throughout this process, Song Qiao was somewhat stunned, not knowing how to react, his expression a little dazed.
Of course, his gaze never left Deng Yihan.
At this moment, she was wearing a form-fitting short dress and black stockings, her excellent figure showcased to perfection. She appeared incredibly sexy, yet exuded an air of nobility.
Song Qiao felt all the blood rush to his head.
His mouth felt dry and his throat parched.
All sorts of enticing images swirled in his mind.
Even his lower half was stirring restlessly.
He found it hard to control himself. Although he had seen many beautiful and sexy women, he had never encountered anyone like Deng Yihan.
Especially the noble aura emanating from her made one even more eager to shed her clothes and pose her in various ways.
This was precisely the sentiment that said: Even three million gods and buddhas would fall to the mortal world upon encountering such beauty!
However, he suspected that Deng Yihan's attire had a specific purpose, so he asked, "Are you going to attend a banquet?"
After speaking, he stared intently at her.
Unexpectedly, Deng Yihan merely smiled, her expression alluring, and shook her head. "No, I dressed like this just for you. As long as you're not angry with me. After all, in my heart, you are my best friend."
Song Qiao smiled, but his molars were grinding, and the muscles in his jaw twitched slightly. "Me? Heh heh, in your heart, I'm probably not your best friend? If that's the case, I won't be angry!"
Deng Yihan pouted.
Her rosy lips, coupled with her fair complexion that seemed as if it could be popped with a single touch and her gracefully arched eyebrows, made her even more captivating. She possessed a blend of fragility and strength, drawing one to look and to be close.
With great willpower, Song Qiao averted his gaze from her lips, resisting the urge to press his own against them and taste her small, delicate tongue.
Perhaps sensing Song Qiao's internal conflict, Deng Yihan gave a sly smile and took Song Qiao's hand. "Come on, sit down, and let me explain properly."
Song Qiao's face remained expressionless, observing impassively.
However, the smooth, moist sensation from her hand sent a ripple through his heart.
Of course, what he most wanted to know was what she was truly thinking.
He could help her get rich, but he didn't want to be used unknowingly.
"You can tell me now what you're really thinking."
Deng Yihan did not answer directly but said, "I have no intention of shamelessly using you. You want an explanation, and I will certainly give you a reasonable one."
Song Qiao could tell she was stalling or trying to change the subject.
He remained composed, watching her performance.
Deng Yihan slowly moved closer to Song Qiao. The fragrance of her hair and her body wafted towards him.
Not to mention the warm sensation where their skin touched.
Casually lowering his gaze, he saw the expanse of pale, soft skin on her chest, dazzling his eyes, and the deep cleavage.
Instantly, Song Qiao's body reacted.
In fact, it had already started to react, but he had forcefully suppressed it.
Now, he could no longer hold back.
This woman was doing this deliberately, and he could see that she genuinely wanted something to happen between them.
"Am I beautiful? Do you want a taste?" Deng Yihan's voice entered his ears, like a celestial melody, striking Song Qiao's heart.
Did he even need to ask?
"You're so seductive. Damn it, do you really think I wouldn't dare?" A fierce glint appeared in Song Qiao's eyes, as if truly menacing.
Deng Yihan merely smiled and tilted her chin. "Then come at me!"
Her challenge was palpable.
Song Qiao's heart stirred.
Heh heh, this woman was playing for real.
Who was afraid of whom!
"Bring it on, but don't you dare shy away!"
Saying this, he hardened his resolve, raised his arm, and pulled Deng Yihan into an embrace.
Deng Yihan's body stiffened for a moment, then quickly softened, leaning into Song Qiao's chest.
Song Qiao, at this moment, had put all other concerns aside.
He felt the soft jade and warm fragrance filling his arms, and a profound pleasure arose within him.
His right hand caressed her smooth arm and back, savoring the silky texture.
Concurrently, his left hand naturally fell to her knee, then moved up and down gently.
He smiled and said, "These black stockings are really smooth!"
She, on the other hand, looked up at him. Her light breaths brushed against his face and neck, filling the air with a fragrant breeze.
She even shifted her legs slightly, allowing him easier access to her beautiful, stocking-clad legs.
"How about it, do you think this apology is acceptable?" she murmured seductively.
Song Qiao could tell that her voice held a watery charm, as if inviting him to explore further.
And this was precisely what Song Qiao wanted to do.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang.
Song Qiao's movements froze, and a look of irritation crossed his face.
Indeed, anyone would be displeased to be interrupted at such a moment.
Deng Yihan also felt a sense of annoyance.
However, after lightly biting her lip, she said, "Alright, we'll continue later. Haste makes waste, right?"
"I'm really in a hurry to 'waste' your tofu!" Song Qiao joked.
Deng Yihan gave him a sidelong glance, full of allure.
"Wait a moment, don't rush!" she said, pushing his hands away.
With difficulty, she stood up.
However, she was unsteady, her entire body feeling weak.
After regaining her composure for a moment, she walked to the door and opened it.
"You're here, come in!" she said, stepping aside to let the visitor enter.
Song Qiao recognized the person. It was an old acquaintance.
His heart leaped, and he blurted out, "Why are you here?"